The Price You'll Pay
29 October, 2003
Author: KitKatrina
I watch you when you sleep,
I listen when you talk,
I am the one that creeps,
You are the one I stalk,
When you’re trapped in halls,
My face is the walls,
I’m the floor when you fall,
And when you scream it’s cause of me,
I’m the only one you fear,
It’s me I’m everywhere,
Is my message clear?
That you should fear me?
You can run but you can’t hide,
No one can outdo the creature inside,
Fearing me is all you’ll do,
Cause you know I’m after you,
The only thing I live for,
Is knowing that you’re alive,
I am your house, you room, your door,
So don’t think you can survive,
I’m your friend during the day,
Then your enemy late at night,
Listen to what I say,
Or kill you I just might,
I would never of been this beast,
If you hadn’t of hurt me,
Now you must pay the toll,
For thinking that I was the fool,
Tonight you are alive,
Tomorrow night you die,
You think you can survive,
But all that is a lie,
I get what I am after,
I do it when I please,
I’ll even do it with laughter,
Because you’re such a tease,
This time you’re not getting away,
I’m going to make sure that you pay,
The price of friendship is way too high,
I’m sorry my friend, but it’s your turn to die!
------- Author's Notes -------
Now of course we all have those days where we feel like being someone else. Well I think today was one of those days;) |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Sarah Taurus (64.57.107.116) -- Wednesday, November 5 2003, 08:45 pm I think that is a sad story and whatever kind of sick weirdo in the world did that is hating himself right now... i hope... i think its an interesting poem and i enjoyed it... thanx for sharing that with us... because it comes to show that there are really sick ppl out there... preferably (men) and you cannot trust anyone these days... thanks, Channel |
| KitKatrina (68.113.60.103) -- Thursday, November 6 2003, 12:29 am I wrote this poem because of being hurt by friends in the past(you know what people I'm talking about.) So I kind of made a poem and switched it around pretending I was going to kill them. I don't know I was bored and it was Halloween so what can ya do? Lol call me bye ~gucci |
| Terrie* (65.148.214.204) -- Thursday, November 6 2003, 09:52 pm your talent just keeps soaring.........great job... |
| Tiff (64.12.96.47) -- Saturday, November 15 2003, 10:56 am i think ur poems is so creative and real and so informing.In high school there are popular kids who make fun of other kids to make themselves look good. And there are individuals who u confine in and they are not real ur friend they are really back stabbers. And sometime girl look up to the popular girl and wish they were in their shoes. |
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